What a difference a day makes. One day we get advice that there will not be any further movement towards Bunbury until September or October. “Oh dear” I thought, I’d have to face another cold bleak Ballarat winter, the kind that chills to the bone and goes on forever. We have had a taste of chilled days this week, just as a brutal reminder of how cold it can be and it just bucketed down with rain, filling the kids sandpit like a beach at the ocean in five inches of rainwater.
One day later, there is a message to husband “Call Me”, and the response is that he will be required to start in two or three weeks! Prior to this, I was living in the moment, after being given a laundry basket full of lemons and making lemonade (and other lemon based food products).
One day I set up the kids to attend the playgroup for the first time, seemed like the right thing to do given the news, and then realizing that this will be a short-term activity. Started back on the packing frenzy. Motivation is increasing once more. One day I was saying I’d better get out some of the toys that might be more age appropriate and challenging for a 9 month old, and set up his temporary accommodation in the spare room porta-cot as a “real bedroom”. The next day, its back to “just a few toys out to keep him going”.
What a week, first he starts to crawl, then he days “dad”, and then he waves at another baby he has met before at a coffee shop. Thoughts are circulating about the ways he will be challenged with this move. We are still awaiting the work contract as a means to seal the deal later this week, but the excitement is rebuilding, and the whirl of questions are beginning to circle my head.